Faith embarrasses herself and creates another hottie.

Faith poked at her salad miserably, feeling ugly and frustrated as she tried not to stare at the Ice Queen’s perfectly shaped ass and tall dancer’s legs. Worse She knew the Queen knew she was watching.

For all her talk about chastity and sanctity she was one hell of a tease and Faith knew it had to be intentional. Faith desperately wanted to believe it belied some kind if hidden interest buried deep beneath the bitchniness but Mel, almost as if reading her mind, just gave her a sad little smile and put a hand on her wrist.

“The contract expires in a few months. Well...three months, two weeks and 6 days to be precise.” Mel said, winking as Faith looked at her incredulously

“You’ve been counting?”

“Are you kidding me? I’ve been planning a party!”

Faith let out a small giggle and smiled, the first since the confrontation, “She just gets me so...riled! I don’t know what it is about her.” The brunette pushes her head onto the table face down. “Ugh why are all the ultra-sexy ones such bitches!” She pauses for half a second before snapping back up and stammering out,

“I mean, apart from you Mel. You’re cool.”

“Oh?” Mel said with an amused expression, placing a hand on her bountiful chest, “I’m in Faith’s Ultra-Sexy category?”

Faith’s face goes blank as she mentally backtracks over what she just said before it falls into another look of red faced anguish as she slams her head onto the table again rattling the cutlery.

“Don’t look at me.” She says, muffled by her arms and the table.

Faith leans over, placing a manicured hand on Faith’s head and speaking with mirth in her voice,

“Oh no! I want to hear more about this Ultra-Sexy-"

“Don’t look at me!” Faith wails, only the tips of her ears visible as the burn red at the sound of Mel’s musical chuckles.

“Oh look! There’s April! Hey April!” Mel waves across the canteen at a large dark skinned young woman about Faith’s age, currently carrying several take out boxes from Eli’s. Judging by the way the polystyrene containers were stained with grease whatever was inside wasn’t salad.

“Did she go for the salad as well?” Faith said sarcastically, her embarrassment drawing the uncharacteristic catty remark from her, knowing April was a serial fast food binger.

Mel swatted her over the head, “Faith!” She said, the disappointment in her voice making Faith wince in shame as she looks over April for the first time.

“Huh. She actually has as well!”

The black girl looked over and saw Mel vigorously waving, the motion drawing quite a few stares as her huge breasts bounced and jiggled with the movement.

The shy girl faltered, torn between eating alone and fobbing off one of her friends or sitting next to the stunning supermodel and the cute businesswoman. She shifted the salad from one hand to the other, feeling hot as more and more eyes looked over at her. She didn’t even want the salad but The Ice Queens silent condemnation as she considering going for something else pressured her into getting the small portion of greens.

It hadn’t helped as the IQ's cold eyes had just mocked her for going for the salad anyway. Like a hippo sating itself with a bowl of muesli. In the end she hurries over to the table. At least if she’s miserable she could be miserable with her friends.

“I don’t really know her that well.” Faith said as the large woman walked towards them, making the effort to appear enthusiastic but mostly just appearing awkward. “What’s she like?”

“Nice, quiet but nice!” Mel continued, trying to think of something else to say about the girl but drawing a blank, “Hardworker!”

“She uh...have salads often?” Faith asked, grimacing as the April wobbled over.

Mel tutted, “Honestly Faith!” The voluptuous woman scolded, “She does actually now stop being so shallow!”

April shivered, suddenly much cooler as a significant amount of body fat faded into the ether. She walked with a lighter step as her complexion, now free of much if the grease that plagued it, cleared up.

She was still upset with the scornful looks the beautiful server gave her but she had learned to ignore them by now.

“I’m improving! That counts for something...It counts for me at least...” She thought, stomach whining out for something more substantial than salad but April had learned to quell those urges.

She’d even grown to kind of like salad...

“Sorry Sorry!” Faith said shame faced, “I don’t know what’s gotten into me...” She looked down, averting her eyes and sighing deeply.

Mel dropped her hand and gave Faith another sad smile, “I do.” She said, glaring at the Ice Queen as she made a big show of tying her hair back. She patted Faith’s shoulder, “Don’t let her get inside your head.”

“Are we talking about IQ?” April said quietly as she laid her tray down and took a seat.

“Yup.”

“Yeah...”

The slightly heavy girl fiddled with her heavy woollen sweater,

“Hi Mel...” She said, voice barely above a whisper.

“Hey April!” Mel said, “You’re looking good. Health kick looks like it’s treating you well.”

April gave a small smile and a shrug and ate a small tomato.

“That’s good...” Mel said, enthusiasm wavering slightly as her attempt at starting a dialogue fizzled out. The silence dragged on for a moment, becoming awkward enough for Mel to cast a **** look at Faith who was still side eyeing the Queen as she stretched languidly against the counter.

Mel kicked her in the shin.

“Ow! Fuc-" She stopped herself at Mel’s look and rallied quickly, “So uh-April been on this health kick long?”

The portly black girl shimmered for a few seconds before normalising, leaving only a trim girl, dark hair plaited in a long braid. Her thick jumper looses volume as well as April gains confidence from her years of self improvement. Not much but enough for her to swap her jumper out for a pleasant grey sweater dress that while modest flattered her cute slender figure.

“Oh yes. For about five years now.” Her soft voice and cute demeanour making Faith think of a door mouse. A slim, petite door mouse.